Wiseguy

Wiseguy Lyrics

It's the bitches that'll get yas
It's the bitches that'll get yas
It's the bitches that'll get yas

Hey Hey
Paid out my ass
Treat all my broads like trash
You'll catch a blast if you move too fast
I talk with class
You don't have to ask
Getting everything by flash and cash
Fighting and stealing
Don't kill without feelingSo I win in the casino before they start dealing
All about respect and intellect
Only mess with the women that pick up the check
Two supermodels, one in each arm
One chick's brunette, the other was blonde
I heard their fathers had stocks and bonds
So I fucked 'em up and left 'em floating in a pond
Customary clothes from head to toe
Catch Joe at the fight sitting in the first row
Everybody follows when I'm ready to go
There's no need to show off, they already know

[Chorus]
I'm a wise guy
Lovely day in the neighborhood
Lovely day in the neighborhood
For a drive by
It's the bitches that'll get yas
For a drive by
Lovely day in the neighborhood
Lovely day in the neighborhood
For a drive by
It's the bitches that'll get yas
For a drive by

Hey I don't drive by
Cuz I'm a wise guy
I just stop by
With a couple of guys
And I take your eyes
Cuz I'm a wise guy
I'm a wise guy

A made man, fact like my ass is fat
Catch Joe in Bermuda throwing 'em back
Sipping on Tequila with a straw hat
Put the prez on hold, tell him I'll call him back
Tow away zones? I don't get a ticket
Any crime committed, that shit is acquittedI'm a goodfella, I'll tell ya if I did it
Freak scenes with your wife last time I hit it
Cuz I'm more man than you'll ever be
And it was probably your wife in bed with me
If you see me you better look the other way
Double cross me you won't live to see another day
I got seven cars in my garage
A limousine with a TV and bar
I'm a star
Don't do blow and I don't sell crack
Stay alert, I got someone to whack

[Chorus]

Another day, another court case. It's okay
Somebody in the jury's got rent to pay
Can't see myself in a jail rottingPlus I got lawyers that are better than Cochran
If there's a witness on tape that they play
Probably a broad that I used to lay
The last one to talk was never ever found
Got a call from downtown, put her in the ground
Her mother didn't like me, I never gave a fuck
Her brother didn't like me, I hit him with a truck
Her sister was a rip, everybody got a ride
Her father was a rat, so I buried him alive
If you talk to the cops and try to fleeYour car'll blow up when you turn the key
Don't cut a deal or have the case appealed
I keep my mouth shut and I never squeal

The persona here is actually quite different from Vincent Gambini’s, who was not at all into the sort of thuggery Joe Pesci’s other characters often were. But apparently My Cousin Vinnie had more marketing cachet than did Casino or Goodfellas.

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